You gave me your trust
And I hope I did not,
Squander or take it for granted
My fear is,
Of misplaced touches and connections
Did it really happen?
Or was it an illusion.
Strange stirrings, yearning for contact.
What are you thinking?
Enigmatic behaviour, veiled feelings
Hinder my progress,
Out of your corporeal form.
You gave me your soul
No aural, no visual.
Sensations. Which spoke more words,
Than a picture ever could.
Am I building this scenario in my mind?
Creating a false portrait, from a broken memory
My point of view may be flawed
But my opinions of you,
Can never be skewed
I would appreciate some feedback on this.
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